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en qgeee o + 0 ce# an "Goodâ€"by," he yelled with his exâ€" cellent lungs and highly trained vocal organs. "Don‘t feel bad about the fire, because it was a lot better than the show!" ween. .q If she foxâ€"trots I know that only three. charges are being exploded; if she does a buck and wing it is alterâ€" nately two and three; but if the racket is practically© constant. Iâ€" can rest easy in the knowledge that she is doâ€" ing her very best: on all four. cn an occasion which. seemed almost too good for a balky motor to miss. _ _ The old soldiers crowded to the doors to seeâ€"us off.. Without the opâ€" position of . the band Grandmother Page did herself proud. We started off_amid a riot of sounds similar to those â€"madeâ€"byâ€"a terrierâ€"huntingâ€"for a rat M a pile of rusty stoveâ€"pipes. From that I could tell that the enâ€" gine was working perfectly. f I don‘t quite understand how the drivers of these upâ€"toâ€"date, silent cars can locate trouble. ~Everything is so thoroughly muffled that as far as I am concerned it is impossible to tell how many cylinders are firing. With Grandmother Page there is no room for doubt. Ir P ie en Eie Sm T SR en en eCns â€"~L. 2004 esnt he gets away from the dramatic group. _ But Maryells summons him, and starts telling the story of "Do!ly@nna" who believes that everyâ€" thing that happens turns out to be for the "You‘re right," echoed Jim. ‘Let‘s hurry. ‘ We ean take off our makeup after weâ€"get home."â€" t aozes By great good â€"luck we hadâ€" left our outer wraps in the main building. Therefore we â€"were able to bundle up warmly: enough. Thad a long, heavy furâ€"lined drivingâ€"coat .that covered me from head to heels. ' 7 The Lillielove bus got. away first, although Mrs. Lillielove herself electâ€" ed to return with us. I had no nonâ€" freezing solution in my radiator so I had let the water out as soon as we arrived, and now. had to fill it up before I could start. Grandmother responded nobly to the first turn of the crank. .L menâ€" tally thanked her for not misbehaving ‘ WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE _ The Sheridan Dramatic club, of which Tom Bilbeck, the narrator, Maryella, the girl he cares for, and Jim Cooper, his rival, are memâ€" b;rs,_ are to give Pygmalion and Galatea at the ‘Old Soldiers‘ Home. Mr. Hemmingway, husband of one of the &ctresses, thinks Billâ€" ; "Then it‘s all for the best," piped Jim Cooper cheerfully. _ It is easier to be optimistic when you are warm. ; & "Maybe we had better start home," I suggested. thinking upprehensively of those thirty long miles to town. "With the snow falling fast it may get too deep for traction pretty soon." Above the noise of the motor could be heard only the farewell of Comâ€" r2de Pilk Henwether. He probably WMd not heard the sham battle going cn béneath Grandmother‘s hood. The. players arrive at the Old Soldiers‘ Home, being greeted royally â€"and meeting Pilk Henwether and others. lae â€" .Y At ine Oid Soldiers‘ Home is interrusted because of a fire, the players ond votrrons escsnin« NoW GO ON WITH THE STORY 18 k.A â€"S AWUXILLUSTRATED_BY FRANK P. prurng¥»P, â€"having â€" <tb>=â€"erepresentatives.â€"af=ct â€"powers: dfa“hmfikfi,wv% Neéeedless to say we did, and lined un in the customary attitude before him and his fellow highwayman with our hands elevated above our heads. Then I know who they were and why they hadâ€"stopped us. They were escaped convicts Trom the penitenâ€" tiary, and they wanted the car to get away in! â€" 4 Instead of going through us as we expected, one of the men climbed into the front seat and adjusted the spark preparatory to starting. _ j R In the midst ‘of such pleasant runiâ€" nations I noted hastily a dark object in the road. . I turned quickly to avoi¢_ it and my lights illuminated another object directly in our path. I put on the brakes and stopped just in time to escape running down a man who stood immovable. ‘ ~ "Get out," directed the man with the guns briefly. s â€" * Kill himt>.* I gasped with surprise. _ So did Grandmother Page. I had forgotten to feed her gasoline enough, and the motor stopped. ' __ _ More Trouble 2y tus What was the matter with him? The answer flashed upon me when I noticed that in either hand he held a revolver. â€"It was a holdâ€"up! + That man just radiated tact. It‘s too bad ‘he could not have been in on the diplomatic courtesies that preâ€" ceded the Buropean War. The trouble could have been so easily averted by It was a beautiful night even if the snow was falling so thickly that it was impossible to see thirty feet ahead of the car. There is no peace like that of a snow storm, no purity like that of the éarth in a fresh white blanket. It seemed a shame to put tracks in the clean, glistening exâ€" panse. 2 _ Maryella, snugly wrapped in warm robes, sat beside. me; the car was running, smoothly, and therée was a long drive ahead of us. What more could I ask? ~It was all for the best. ~â€"FRANK R ADAMS ... . We Lined Up in the Customary Attitude Before Him. .. CHAPTER VII. TH ECcPLRES S â€"6ther%one qutticaâ€" witnout,"Hatwever, taking â€"his â€"eyc â€"orâ€" the muzzte of his gun away from us. in : in that frame_.ofâ€"mind, especially in ‘cold weather. _ If there is anything in Ithis theory ‘ofâ€"the superiority ef mind over‘ matter it is certainly correct to hold a hopeful thought when about to crank a car. j E â€" "What‘s the matter, Bill? Can‘t you start her?" questioned Jim Cooâ€" per sympathetfically. "Probably it is all for the best, Bill. This will teach you to be patient and will likewise develop the muscles. If you would devote the same amount of energy to the pursuit of an upright and noble life you would doubtless become Presiâ€" "When I get her going, Julius," Bill said Before cranking, "you make a quick jump for the car and we‘ll be off before anybody can start anyâ€" thing." " * w# 0C " "All right," assented Julius. All arrangements for the getaway completedâ€"Bill cranked the car. He cranked it several times, in fact, withâ€" out any definite result. Grandmother Page was behaving like a brickâ€"like a load of bricks, ‘one might almost say. She would respond to none but the hand of her master, and to the ministrations of another she only gurgled. & Bill grumbled a litIle though at having to turn the engine over by hand. He went out in front of the car and grasped the handle firmly. It was a good schem&. They would leave tracks hard to distinguish, and could outâ€"distance local pursuit. "Shut up," commanded our guard. I mentally applauded him. f "Can‘t you start her anyway, Bill?" ~ "Sure, I can start her all rsight," Bill stated confidently. It is grand to approach a motor "There ain‘t any electric starter on this car." ' ; Jim Cooper laughed. > "You‘ll have to get a new car, Tom. When even highwaymen criticize it you have to admit it‘s getting out of date." . * $ "Cuss!" exclaimed the highwayman who was in the car. > e t _ bLHEHIHIETIHE ie rarean mm astramen ie 1 O o e P n grand to approach a motor le #3» the _ _He means well, too. I do not doubt but that Jim Cooper is one of the best hearted men in the world; but by the time he has helped â€"half a dozen times in something you want ‘toâ€"do byâ€"yourselfâ€"you.â€"gek& to ~dread omm â€"~BiH‘s tempgr had nof ‘been imâ€" proved any by Jim‘s earnest advice. He twisted the crank eagerly and then delivered a violent kick on the radiator. & dent of the United States some day. Think, Bill, of how this life of crime has aged your poor old mother. Think of your mother, Bill!" Bill exploded at last. "If that guy lets out another chirp, Julius, plug him!" . Jim subsided, but from time to time thereafter he writhed with eagerness to offer suggestions and comments. He just naturally cannot keep from lending a helping hand in everyone else‘s business. ; _ I adjusted the sparkâ€"coil to operate on less â€"current and tried cranking. There was no explosion whatever. I was beginning to get a little worâ€" ried. Bill, who stood over me with a gun, seemed a triflie impatient.. I could see that he did not believe that I was makipg an honest effort to start. Now, I had no <particular desire toâ€"have Grandmother Page kidnapped. How cheerfully I could have throtâ€" tledâ€"Jim forâ€" that asinine répetition of my footless boast! . § "So you‘ve been stalling, have you?" Bill turned upon me savagely. â€" ‘"Now you start her; understand? No monkey business! If she‘s runâ€" ning in two minutes we may not,. blow"~your. brains out." Something in his tone convinced me that Bill was in earnest. I lifted the hood, primed the cylinders, stuffed my glove, in the intake and turmed herâ€" over. â€" â€" f Grandmother responded feebly: â€" "Phut!" "The batteries.are a little weak," I commented. "They don‘t give a very good spark when it‘s so cold." "Who owns this piete of junk anyâ€" way ?" he demanded, at last approchâ€" ing our group. "Is it yours?" He pointed at Jim. â€" poukl < s â€" _ "It is not," Jim disclaimed hastily. "You couldn‘t give it to me on a bet." I made & mental resolve to square up with him sometime for his scornâ€" ful comment. No man likes to have the things that he owns ridiculed. Grandmother might not have all the medern attachments, but Iloved â€"every bolt in her body. â€" . j "Try it on the magneto," suggested Jim Cooper. â€" s "She never starts on the magneto," I replied. . ‘"Try it anyway," Bill commanded briefly. "‘And hustle." > It seemed simpleâ€"enough to make a perfunctory :effort® and~ tell them it would not go. So I monkeyed with the levers aimlessly and cranked a couple of.timess I did not primeâ€"the cylinders with gasoline and stuf a glove in the airintake, as I knew I would have to do to get her to reâ€" spond. : ¢ â€"â€""She won‘tâ€"start," â€"IL announeed. .. _Bill swore. _ e .._.Jim Cooper ~smothered a ‘strident laugh. C "What are you laughing at?" Bill demanded harshly. . "Then you ‘must be the guy," Bill said, indicating me.â€" "You come here and start your car." j "Because," Jim returned, "Tom says he can start that inâ€"@ny kind of weather when no one elsé can." Thursday, May 23, 1929 at last. lets out 5751 RAN Phoni FINEST D Finger c looked ‘arc "Where “Gone,” away when "It‘s all "Youâ€" coul this other ; anyway." 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